"I hae nae love within;
My true-love is in my arms twa,
An' nane will I let in."
(den, hollow.)
"Open your gates, Meggie, this ae night,
Open your gates to me;
For Clydes water is fu' o' flood,
And my mother's malison 'll drown me."
"Ane o' my chambers is fu' o' corn,
An ane is fu' o' hay;